The Painter Paints His Brushes Black, Through

The Painter Paints His Brushes Black, Through The Canvas Runs A Crack, Portrait Of The Pain Never Answers Back...

I Can Spare A Dime, Brother, But In These Morally Inflationary Times, A Dime Goes A Lot Farther If It's Demanding Work Rather Than Adding To The Indignity Of Relief.

A Protest Song Is A Song That's So Specific That You Cannot Mistake It For Bullshit.

Show Me A Country Where The Bombs Had To Fallshow Me The Ruins Of Buildings So Talland I'll Show You A Young Landwith Many Reasons Whythere But For Fortune, Go You Or Iyou Or I.

Beneath The Greatest Love Lies A Hurricane Of Hate.